They are not human! (From chapter 61)

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Wen Qing was still pondering what the restriction on the advanced task could be and didn't notice Jiang Yan's actions. Hearing him say it was sweet, Wen Qing took out all the chocolates from his pocket. The chocolates were randomly bought, with flavors like white chocolate, dark chocolate, hazelnut, and more. Wen Qing picked out the dark chocolate and handed it to Jiang Yan, saying, "Here."

Jiang Yan lifted his eyes and met Wen Qing's clear gaze. Wen Qing tilted his head, his delicate, fair cheeks showing a serious expression as he said, "This flavor shouldn't be sweet."

For a moment, Jiang Yan's heart skipped a beat. He chuckled softly, "I wasn't saying the chocolate was sweet."

Wen Qing looked at him, his eyes full of confusion.

Jiang Yan didn't explain. He propped his chin on his hand and said slowly, "Actually, I have a terminal illness."

Wen Qing glanced at him and replied slowly, "Stop lying to me."

He had learned his lesson.

Jiang Yan blinked and continued, "Otherwise, why would I come to this world?"

Wen Qing was stunned and looked puzzled. "Weren't we forced to come here?"

"Of course not," Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, lightly tapping Wen Qing's hand. "Some people were forced in, while others came voluntarily." Saying this, he pointed to his nose.

"Only here do I have a chance to cure my terminal illness."

Wen Qing pursed his lips and looked at him.

Jiang Yan smiled casually, as if joking, yet there was a hint of seriousness in his tone.

Watching Jiang Yan twirl his hair, Wen Qing was momentarily dazed. A thought flashed through his mind.

Could he really have a terminal illness?

Is that why his hair is short instead of long?

Wen Qing looked at Jiang Yan's face again, thinking that it did seem a bit pale.

So, the usual heavy makeup was to hide his sickly appearance?

After hesitating for a while, Wen Qing asked softly, "Is it a serious illness?"

Jiang Yan tapped the table lightly and answered, "In the real world, it can't be cured."

Wen Qing's mind was flooded with the names of various terminal cancers, and he didn't know what to say, so he could only offer a low voice of comfort, "It will be cured."

Jiang Yan nodded, holding his hand with a smile, his eyes crescent-shaped. "So, can Meng Meng help me?"

Wen Qing's fingers curled slightly. Without avoiding Jiang Yan's touch, he asked softly, "How can I help you?"

Jiang Yan leaned closer, pouting his lips, "Just a kiss will do."

Wen Qing: "..."

He expressionlessly unwrapped another piece of chocolate and shoved it into Jiang Yan's mouth.

Shut up.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Wen Qing's movements paused, and he turned his head to look.

The footsteps gradually approached and stopped right outside the door.

"Click—" The door opened.

Song Xuan walked into the office and closed the door.

He glanced at Wen Qing and Jiang Yan, seeing nothing unusual about their state, then withdrew his gaze, sitting down next to Wen Qing and taking out his phone to read a message.